A Sacred Eclogue, in Imitation of Virgil’s Pollio

YE nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:
To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.
The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades,
The dreams of Pindus and th’ Aonian maids,
Delight no more—O thou my voice inspire
Who touched Isaiah’s hallowed lips with fire!
  Rapt into future times, the bard...